TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "CREAM"

 

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Caution! Steamy excerpt ahead! This week we have an "R" rated episode of "Two of Hearts." It's Terry and Clare and skype sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, just hop on over to the other authors' posts. You'll find them HERE. 

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At eleven, Terry harnessed the dog and headed for the elevator. There was a light on in the townhouse where Jen lived, but he didn’t stop. With his mind totally focused on his wife, it was not the time to be talking to another attractive woman. Queenie did all her business in one trip around the block.

“Good girl,” he said. “Extra treats for you.”

When they returned home, Terry made good, offering the pug three treats. She gobbled them up. He checked the time –eleven forty. Time to get ready. He undressed down to his boxers and set the laptop on the coffee table. Next, he uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a glass. After taking a sip, he turned on the computer and clicked on Skype. 

His pulse raced, almost like the first time he’d gone out with her. Clare had been way out of his league. When it became clear she wanted to sleep with him on the third date, he’d been monumentally surprised. He chuckled at his behavior. Then the screen burst into life and there she was.

God, she was gorgeous. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress, exposing some serious cleavage.  Her dark auburn hair fell to her shoulders in a soft curl. Her peaches and cream complexion had more freckles than usual. He chalked that up to the California sunshine. Her eyes wide, she grinned.

“Hi,” she said, raising her hand.

“Hey, baby. You look great.”

“So do you.”

He placed his palm on the screen, then she did the same. Her skin, always flawless, was burned in a few places. The outline of a bathing suit showed.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Sunburn.”

She laughed. “Yeah. The sun here takes some getting used to.”

“You’re all right, though?”

“I am.”

He wasn’t going to say it first, but it simply flew out of his mouth. “Man, I miss you, honey.”

“Me, too. I’m trying to stay busy so I don’t think about how long it might be before I see you again.”

“Do you want me to come for a weekend?”

“I do.”

“When?”                                     

“Let me check my calendar tomorrow. I’ll text you.”

“Okay.”

“This is supposed to be about sex, isn’t it?” She got that flirty little look he loved. He snickered.

“Yeah.”

“Here we go.” She touched her phone and the song “The Stripper” came on. This was going to be much better than he had expected.

She stood up and began a striptease. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he could barely believe she was his wife. With his eyes were glued to the screen, his dick popped out of his boxers. Clare’s gaze went right to his lap and she laughed.

“Good to know you still love me.” 

“You’ll never know how much.” 

Clare removed her clothing, piece by piece. She approached the screen and kissed it. Terry could barely breathe. Love and passion poured through his veins.

“Take it off, baby,” Clare cooed, removing the last item, her panties.

He jumped up, shed his boxers, and approached the screen.

“You are so hot,” he said, licking his lips.

“Only for you, baby.” She lowered her lids and stared at the screen.

Terry fell back in the chair, as his body took over.

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